Fox Poem by Leslie Philibert

Fox

Rating: 5.0


ready to bite
a doormat with
a wide grin of silver teeth

and a back with a thousand turns
and jumps; a face full of hair and eyes
like a hanging Jesus

reading the forest`s floor
like the tiny handwriting in
a girl`s secret diary, a scrivener, tired

as a folded-leather bat then
snappy with a trapper`s sleight
tearing like bread

under a rain of feathers
the inside of a hen;
he prays and eats to love,

then after the kill;

a leash under green shadows
in the half glass of dawn,
the black fence of pine;
the shocked hole of silence.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 28 June 2013

Love is at the center of all, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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